A/N: My first ever story including Light! Mwahaha. Don't get too used to him; he may not last long. Hajimimashite is like saying "How do you do?"

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of it's characters, though it'd be pretty damn nice if I did!

Through the Eyes of a Photographer

"Good evening, Jessa. Light-kun came to see you, our neighbor. Why don't you come say hi?"

Jessa Chang was a Chinese-American, living in Japan. Her family tended to travel around a lot, following her father's business wherever it went. They'd finally settled down to live in Japan, at least until Jessa finished high school. The family could be considered a well kept one, and they definitely had enough money to survive. They were well known in Japan, almost as well known as Light Yagami's family. Light was seventeen, so smart, so cool, and Jessa admired him. He often waved to her, but they hadn't spoken in person since Jessa's thirteenth birthday, the year she arrived in Japan.

Light was her neighbor at the time. He came over to wish her a happy birthday, but she didn't quite understand Japanese and only blushed, embarrassed. He spent the evening at her house, her family offering him dinner, to teach her Japanese. By the end of the evening, she'd learned quite a few things and was very proud of the result.

"Liight, hajimimashite?" she said, not completely remembering what she meant.

"I'm good," he said plainly before releasing a small sigh and smiling at her.

Finally, the night was over and Light had to return home. That was really the last she'd heard from him directly. Most of the news she received about him now was the chatter of his fan girls.

But now, being sixteen, Jessa's mind had been focused on other things, like her camera and her school work. Jessa was very smart, and she planned to study and go to college someday to become a photographer. It was her biggest dream, and she wasn't going to give it up just to gain a friend like Light Yagami. She had good enough friends, didn't she?

Light Yagami, on the other hand, seemed to be missing out on whatever friendships awaited him. Of course, he talked to the guys in his English class, but he couldn't really consider them friends. He helped them with studying, and that was basically it. Even when they asked him to tag along somewhere, he stayed behind and studied. He was a very serious young man, and had been since he began high school. He only dreamed of living up to his father's expectations---to become a defender of justice, just like him. That was his plans, but he was secretly desperate for a friend. Friendship seemed like what he needed to keep his life on track at the moment. His chance came on a summer evening when his mother suggested he walk next door. Boredom had overcome him, and he had nothing else to do, so he ran the errand his mom had asked.

When he stood at their doorstep, Mrs. Chang invited him inside for tea. At first he was reluctant, sweetly saying he didn't want to cause any trouble. Mrs. Chang insisted that he come in so he did so, bowing lightly to her before entering.

She smiled at his maturity. "What a boy," she thought as she heated the tea. He'd be the perfect boy for Jessa.

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Jessa climbed down the stairs fifteen minutes later to find Light sitting in her living room, glancing up at her.

"Oh…Hi, Light," she said, almost blushing at her embarrassment. It was strange to be caught by someone out of your family when you're in your home clothes. For Jessa, these were red Sofee shorts and a T-shirt reading "Alice Nine." which happened to be her favorite band.

He smiled and greeted her with the words, "You look comfy."

She blushed and sat down next to him. "Yeah…" she said, at loss for words.

She glanced down at her clothing once more and frowned. "Well, this is embarrassing," she said to herself.

Light seemed to have somewhat heard her, returning with "Yes?"

"Oh, I was just thinking," she replied.

He leaned in, as if ready for her to tell him a story. She noticed this and began a discussion with him---all about photography. He would have liked to talk about something else but for now, he was content with this subject and stayed quiet. He knew he should let her talk, for when it was his turn they would talk about justice. Their discussion was cut short, though, by Jessa's mother returning with tea.

Jessa almost wanted to cry. This was Light Yagami, and her mother was ruining everything!

She didn't know that her mother's interruption would lead to something good, and that something good would lead to something better.

A/N: There you go. Please review if you want me to continue, because I'm hoping to get one review per chapter, at the least. I won't continue if no one likes my story.